Hidden under his shirt is a good place for him to keep that badge, if he doesn't want it to be a victim of Parker's sticky fingers. It's not like she hadn't warned him, after all.

She folds her arms across her chest, looking at Raylan right back.

"I know you. You're Raylan Givens, US Marshal. You talk to yourself, you live with your alternate universe self from California, you like doing research in dusty old libraries, and you really like your hat." Her eyes flick briefly up to his hat in a gesture that suggests she wouldn't say no to claiming it for herself again, but then she looks back down again, wandering over to the desk he'd been working at to see what he'd found.

"Oh, and you can't do magic." She glances back at him again for confirmation. "Right?"